Twentynine Palms: Where Marines, Devil Docs, and Desert Dreams Collide If youâve never been to Twentynine Palms, California, let me paint you a picture: endless desert, Joshua trees doing interpretive dance, and a Marine Corps base so massive it feels like someone dropped a small city in...
Meeting SLOMO in Pacific Beach I first met SLOMO in 2012, on a sunlit afternoon along the boardwalk at Pacific Beach. The scene was alive with the usual chaos â skateboarders weaving through crowds, families balancing dripping ice cream cones, the oceanâs rhythm pulsing in the background...
Why Athens Should Be on Your Bucket List Imagine standing on a sun-drenched hill, gazing at the Parthenon as it glows golden against a deep blue sky. Below you, the hum of modern Athens blends with whispers from 2,500 years ago. This is Athensâa city where history isnât locked in museums;...
Rock Climbing, Hiking, and Laughing Our Way Through Joshua Tree When youâre stationed at Twentynine Palms, you learn two things fast: The desert is hot enough to melt your soul. If you donât escape occasionally, youâll start naming tumbleweeds like theyâre your pets. So when Commander...
October 9, 2010. High noon. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and the alumni association had once again decided to test the limits of human endurance and liver capacity with the annual Purdue Big Ten Pub Crawl. The previous yearâs antics were still fresh in memory, but this time, we...
There are pub crawls, and then there are pub crawls. On July 20, 2010, we decided to take things to a whole new level with what we proudly dubbed the Redneck Pub Crawl in Pacific Beach. It wasnât just about drinkingâit was about embracing the ridiculous, leaning into the...
I still remember the first glimpse of Petra in 2010âthe way the Siq narrowed like a stone throat, its walls glowing in shades of pink and ochre under the Jordanian sun. The air was dry, scented faintly with dust and camel sweat, and every step felt like a slow unveiling of something...
When you think of the Purdue Grand Prix, your mind probably jumps to the roar of goâkarts circling the track in West Lafayette, the smell of fuel and rubber, and the springtime chaos of students celebrating the end of another semester. But in 2010, I found myself experiencing a very...